Taboo Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

“Guilty? You kissed me back like you wanted it.” I looked away. “I should not want it. I sold myself to your father. He is old enough to be my dad. Every time I think about him touching me, I feel sick. But when you look at me… I feel something else. Something I should not feel.” Damien poured two glasses of whiskey and handed me one. “Then stop fighting it, Ava. Tell me the truth.” I took a big sip. The warm liquid gave me courage. “I hate myself for wanting you. I feel dirty for marrying him for money. But ever since you touched me, I keep thinking about you. I should not want my stepson. This is so wrong.”

“You know, I always wondered what happened to you. One day you were the talk of Halstead, and the next you vanished. Now you’re here again with a new last name, a new house, and practically part of the Carrington family.” Her smile sharpened. “Funny how that works out.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t,” she said, taking a step closer. “Does Richard know his new stepdaughter used to be Halstead’s favorite punchline? I still have the video somewhere, if anyone ever wants a reminder.” My head snapped toward her. “Don’t you dare.” “Oh, I dare, Roxy.” Her face turned vicious. “You think I don’t know your plan? Since you couldn’t get him then, you think you and your gold

“It’s a non-disclosure agreement. Nothing about what happened in that room leaves here. Legal actions would be taken if posts or stories are shared in any form." Lila stared at the NDA, a strange mix of amusement and nervousness fluttering in her chest. She was really sitting here getting an NDA from Kai Lennox after getting an orgasm from him. "Wow..." She let out a soft, half-laughing breath. "I feel like a fan signing papers to hide a secret forbidden relationship with her idol.” Kai’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and unreadable. “Aren’t you?” Lila immediately sat up straight, adjusting her position and avoiding his intense gaze. She fiddled with the edge of the paper, cheeks burning.

As she settled in, I made us some sweet tea – something about the sugar and warmth helped ground me after the adrenaline rush. “So what do you know?” Tabby asked, sipping her drink. “Honestly? Not much. Just that the Emperor is pissed and wants his daughter back.” Tabby let out a soft chuckle. “Pissed would be putting it mildly.” She leaned back, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I can tell both of my daughters are happy here. That’s all I’ve ever wanted – for them to be truly happy. You’ll understand someday when you’re a mother.” Her eyes drifted down to my stomach and I unconsciously covered it with my hands.

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidating.

He notified, his hot breath trickling my neck some more. Something unsettling was clinging to my insides. “Don’t do this, Blaze. I am your Father’s wife!” I reminded them, hoping he would get a grasp of reality and let go before my body would overreact and give in. I couldn't remember the last time I was this close to a man, especially one as attractive as he was. “Are you heating up, Dear Stepmom? Your cheeks are red.” He pointed out, and gradually, the claws of embarrassment engulfed me, swallowing me up.

I lift my head and meet James' eyes, and he looks just about perplexed as I am. "Andrea?" I call in confusion as I revert my gaze to her. And is she smiling? She beams as she closes the distance between us and grips my shoulder. "Elizabeth! I should have known you had something up your sleeves, you sneaky little thing! Do you have any idea what this means?" I arch my brow in silence, stunned by her reaction. "You’re fucking your stepbrother! Behind your parents' backs! That’s so rebellious and freaking sexy!" "Okay, not too loud now." I chuckle awkwardly as I look behind her to make sure no one else will be walking through that door.

She gave me a look of contempt and said, "Come in." Without a word of goodbye, Dad shoved me through the threshold and turned to leave. The young woman introduced herself as Stephanie Coleman. She leaned back against the couch and tilted her chin up at me. "Do you know why I let you come work for me? "It's because I wanted to see exactly what the biological daughter my parents hate and abandoned looks like." A cold tremor rippled through my chest. So, she knew everything. Stephanie gave me a once-over, before sticking her tongue out in exaggerated disgust. "I purposely lured you here yesterday, hoping you'd get into an argument with them. I honestly can't believe you actually put up with the

“Fuck me!!" How I love this. She was my best friend's daughter, I was her stepfather…I loved quenching her desire. I'm not proud of it. But I love it

Adnam installed an app-controlled vibrator that he turned on while the three of them had dinner together. The taboo didn't destroy them. The taboo united them. And so, stepfather and stepdaughter lived their secret, dirty, intense, and eternal love—one fuck at a time, one orgasm at a time, one "I love you" whispered in the dark at a time. THE END.